"Hang them", the words of the two old Taoist aunts aroused everyone's indignation, and everyone was excited and shouted loudly, especially those young people who had a crush on these young girls.

Li Quanyou thought of the words confessed by Qian Duyu early in the morning, walked to the front desk, cleared his throat, and said: "The wicked have their own evil retribution, Seventh Uncle, no, it is Lin Daoming's retribution that has come, I dreamed of the master uncle last night, and he said that he punished the villain."

"Uncle Quan, why don't you see him come back", a few Taoists in front of him asked.

"Junior brothers and sisters, you may not know that Master Quan died last month because of the great warrior who cleared the Dongying Kingdom", said here, Li Quanyou told how Quan Zhen defeated the master of the Southwest Underworld, Megatron Mountain City, and how he went deep into the tiger's den to kill the number one samurai of the Dongying Kingdom, and he was unfortunately killed.

"Uncle Quan is loyal to the people and the country, and has been worshiped by the people of the mountain city, and has also been given the title of loyalty and martial arts by the imperial court, but the master misses his homeland, and before he died, he specially explained that he would be buried on the top of the green pine, and he can touch the development and growth of our Taoist temple, his soul is watching us, he will protect the good people and punish the wicked, don't believe you ask them", Li Quanyou pointed to Mama Wang and Mama Huang who were kneeling in front of the stage.

At this moment, Mama Huang and Mama Wang's faces were like ashes, and their heads were like pounded garlic, and they recounted how Lin Daoming was killed by Quan Daxia last night, and they also told the story of meeting Quan Daxia vividly.

"Let's go and verify the authenticity," shouted a young lay disciple. "Okay, go and see", a few people sobbed, naturally part of it was to implement the truth and falsehood, and of course some of the people who followed it were curious, they wanted to see what that chaotic secret room looked like.

Hulala walked a long way, and the two grandmothers were led in front, leaving more than a dozen female Taoist children, who did not dare to raise their heads on the ground, they were all victims of it, and they were at a loss because of shyness.

"Who is lying on the ground?" exclaimed a Taoist maid as he cleaned the venue.

Twilight Feather raised her eyes and saw that among the dozen or so female Dao boys, there was a girl who fell to the ground, it was Quan Xue'er, and Twilight Feather judged it when she saw her thin figure.

"I must have fainted from grief when I heard the news of my father's death", Chiwi Yu just ignored the matter of controlling the souls of the two grandmothers. At this moment, several female Taoist children lifted Quan Xue'er up with their hands and feet, and put it on the bed of the maid in the inner room of the Taoist temple.

"Dad, Dad......", Quan Xue'er, who opened her eyes, suddenly burst into tears, and several female Taoist children on the side accompanied her tears, dazed and at a loss.

"If you cry, you'll get better," Twilight thought silently.

Seeing the group of people coming out of the courtyard in the southwest corner, some people's faces changed slightly, some people whispered, and the meeting continued.

"These two accomplices, since Uncle Quan didn't take their lives, let them atone for their sins in the rest of the days, if there is any wrongdoing, not only Uncle Quan can see it, but none of us will spare them", Li Quanyou on the stage pointed to Mama Huang and Mama Wang and scolded.

"Uncle, uncle, and brother are not in the Taoist temple, I will be a family member today, and let Uncle Quan enter the soil as soon as possible", Li Quanyou glanced at the venue, and said in an accentuated tone: "If you have an opinion, say it as soon as possible, if you have no opinion, we will prepare separately and send Uncle Quan to the top of the green pine tomorrow morning."

A dog barked and woke up the dawn, and a red sun leaped up from the top of the eastern mountain, sprinkling golden light on the foothills.

Under the snow line at the eastern foot of Kunlun Mountain, there is a green cemetery, it is backed by Kunlun, facing the east, perennial pine and cypress, the tree is as big as a cover, in this late autumn season, and the yellow forest not far away reflects each other, this place is the Kunlun sect of the past dynasties has the monks of the Tao to return to the root of the leaves - the top of the green pine.

At this moment, on the top of the green pine, a group of young disciples of the Kunlun Sect were putting a coffin into the tomb, and there was a burst of sobbing, desolate and helpless, this sound floated over this pine and cypress, and sprinkled in the yellow forest not far away.

Quan Xue'er was dressed in a vegetarian body, and with the support of the two female Taoist children, she finally stopped crying, and finally took a look at her father's new house, a tomb a few feet wide and a few feet long, from then on he will no longer be able to swim with himself in the landscape, forever sleeping in this small house, fixed as a pile of loess, a piece of cool stone.

In Quan Xue'er's vague memory, she woke up in a pile of corpses, and her father was protecting herself, her body was already cold, crying and screaming, searching, turning over the corpses of killed women, looking for her mother, when it was getting late, a gust of wind blew, a few vultures flew by, and the sound of crying drifted in the night wind, and she didn't know where she would be tomorrow, it was at this time that her father, Quan Daxia, picked himself up, and he fell asleep on his wide back.

When I woke up, I had walked in the beautiful water and green mountains, as if I was walking every day, and I had already forgotten my grief, when I finally came to the foot of the snow-capped mountains in the northwest from the southeast, I finally opened my mouth and called "Dad" to this man, I never thought that this father would be far away from him from now on, where will I go tomorrow, Quan Xue'er choked up again, she was sad for the loss of her father, and worried about her tomorrow.

The stele was also erected, look at the inscription on the front: "Kunlun Hero - Tomb of Quan Zhen", the next is: "Daughter Quan Xue'er Li", and the back is the life introduction of Quan Zhen Hero: "The fourteenth generation of Kunlun faction patriotic and Taoist people for the people - Quan Zhen Hero", the inscription roughly introduces the short and downright life of Quan Zhen Hero, especially for Quan Zhen's injury to the underworld in the southwest, in order to eliminate harm for the people, and kill the first samurai of Dongying Kingdom to be loyal to the country.

"Don't go to the beginning of the clouds, the leaves of the pavilion are sparse, the people are different, don't fly in a row", the sad atmosphere is solemn, but life still has to go on, on the way back, Qian Duyu and Li Quanyou have already discussed the return date, and decided to leave Kunlun Mountain with Quan Xue'er, of course, this needs to wait for Quan Xue'er to persuade her to leave when she calms down.

Walking down to the top of the easy top, in a mountain depression, a new pile of earth was piled up, but there was no sign, "What's going on", Qian Duyu glanced at Li Quanyou suspiciously.

Li Quanyou gently shook over and said: "Seventh Master Uncle Lin Daoming."

Buddhism and Taoism pay attention to entering the earth for peace, although Lin Daoming has done many evils and crimes cannot be punished, so that he can integrate into the earth as soon as possible, it may be the best place for him to go. Qian Duyu has arranged everything so properly for Li Quan in such a short period of time, and he unconsciously has a new understanding of Li Quan's ability and responsibility, and over time, he can be up to the task.

Na Quan Xue'er turned around in a few steps, went down the foothills, walked on the road to the temple, and kept looking back and bowing...... , the green pine top, standing still.